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Mar 2010
The sound invades my audio waves,
Distorting the tension,
Erasing the lines
Between the drudgery and the constant,
The eternal struggle and daily events.
I’m blind.
Utterly confused and
Sans serif.
A matter of happenstance.
Degradation of mental cells
Imaginary particles, dancing.
Vibrating in one big **** of a dream.
Copyright 2010 Monica Figueroa
Monica Figueroa
Written by
Monica Figueroa  United States
(United States)   
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